Saturday, February 15, 2014

" Hope is the thing with Feathers"

Hope is the thing with feathers 

That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,.. 
( Emily Dickinson )





And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm....



I've heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.
( Emily Dickinson )


3 comments:

Sandra said...

beautiful words and even more beautiful photos. love that last one

S. Etole said...

A lovely poem enhanced by your photos.

Dianne ... Walking In His Grace said...

Your Beautiful photos are a wonderful complement, along side Emily Dickinson's Beautiful Poem. Nice blog you have here. I am so glad I stopped by, and I also want to thank you for your visit and your comment on my blog. I think you were right about the robin fluffing up his feathers to stay warm.
Have a Blessed Sunday.
Dianne :)